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He's a man with bushy hair |
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He's working in a company few |
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miles away |
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One day when he was waiting for |
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the bus he thought |
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'What am I doing right doing right |
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The next thing he did was he let |
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the bus pass by |
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throw away the briefcase and |
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then he left to find the meaning |
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find the meaning |
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Dreaming 'bout the day when he |
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arrives and think |
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This would be a meaningful journey |
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I would never repent |
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never repent |
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The journey to find the meaning |
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just like this |
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A little bit of thurst and he |
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legs were aching |
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but it's a small price to pay |
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There must be |
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with more walking |
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He got his thoughts together |
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The journey to find his life |
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just like this |
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huge crowd and a |
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lot of time have passed he sat |
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down on a bench |
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Next to him an old man started |
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talking |
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You seem so exhausted what |
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You did left to find the meaning |
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with a laugh an old man said said |
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You'd better go back to your place |
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Because there you can can find meaning |
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You'd better go back to your place |
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Because there you can can find meaning |
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You'd better go back to your place |